So I noticed a request (on tumblr) for an Icy/Elsa fic. I’ve been meaning to type one for a while, so I decided to take it up.
After Anna’s run in with Hans, Elsa had lost all hop in amor at first sight, she honestly didn’t believe in that crap to begin with. Anna insisted that was because she just never found ‘the right man’.
And she was right, Elsa never found the right man…
But staring this woman in the face set her frigid veins ablaze and her brain fuzzy. She didn’t even recall seeing this woman in her kingdom. And she kept track of everyone who came and went. No, this woman had never been here before, just kind of appeared out of nowhere.
And that’s what unnerved and attracted Elsa to her the most.
The woman looked up at her for the briefest of moments before Elsa turned from her icy stare.
Who are you? Elsa thought.
She looked back up. The woman had por this time, maneuvered her way back into the cover of the crowd. lost in a forest of faces. The woman was so tall, how could she possibly lose sight of her!? And without a name to call, Elsa was forced to retreat back into her castle.
The distance was of no help; the woman just seemed to bubble right back up in her mind. Every little feature etched into her mind. That long silvery hair that fluttered gently in the breeze—something straight out of a romance novel. The slight part of her lips as she seemed to stare off at nothing in particular (that is before her eyes found something—Elsa—to stare at). The way she carried herself—head held high, arms folded across her chest, a look of sheer confidence and stubbornness all in one go. Elsa even managed to notice a small scar on the bridge of the woman’s nose. And those eyes…oh those eyes! Those beautiful, enticing soft blue eyes…
Elsa gave an angry cry as she tried to surpass her wandering mind.
For God’s sake, she’d never see the woman again! She needed to stop.
With a rather exaggerated sigh, the queen flung herself onto her bed…
Not even her dreams were seguro from the woman.
She was falling. Weightless as the snowflakes she controlled. And it was wonderful. Her feet met the ground, a soft mesh of snow and innocent white feathers. She now lie on her back—shed of all cloths, arms sprawled horizontally. The snow fell lightly over her body, clinging to her lashes. It wasn’t until she felt cold fingers trail down her bare stomach that she realized the woman…her dream woman was laying right siguiente to her a very similar state—lacking clothing (except for this long see-through falda that didn’t provide any coverage at all) and snow sparkling over her pale skin. The woman was now looming over her—hair tickling Elsa’s nose. Hair that Elsa dared brush a hand through. The woman dicho something. It was muffled. It was light and breathy. And it was incoherent. It mattered not, the silence was bliss. The woman pressed a kiss to Elsa’s forehead. She, in response, pulled the woman closer until skin met skin…
She bolted upright, trying to gain a sense of time. How could she let herself dream something like that? And about a complete stranger. A stranger she didn’t even say a single word to.
Conceal don’t feel, that’s all she knew. That’s all she had ever known. A rule she had been obliged to live by. And now…now she just couldn’t seem to let it go.
And God, it’s only been maybe an hora o three. She had to find that woman again. She’d have to wait until the sun came up. Easier dicho than done. She couldn’t go back to sleep knowing that she may o may not slip into that sensual dream once more.
If only Olaf could have just stayed put! Then Elsa would have Anna and Kristoff to confide in. But no, those two had to go chase that loose-cannon snowman all over, up, and down the mountain side. Elsa let out a half sigh, half growl just thinking about it. And then a slight laugh at the thought of her sister and Kristoff prancing about with mariposa nets as they ran after Olaf. And then came sweet sleep.
*****
The minuto the sun filtered through her curtains, Elsa was out of bed. She didn’t have a long día ahead of her o anything like that, however she did want to keep her mind off the woman. So she would busy herself with giving the servants and break and tidying up the castillo herself.
Not long into the day, one of her servants came to deliver a message; “Your majesty, there is someone here to see you. She found Olaf.”
“That’s wonderful news.” Elsa remarked, “please send someone to fetch Anna and Kristoff right away.”
The servant nodded. “Of course. She’s waiting in the trono room.”
It was Elsa’s turn to nod as she headed in the stated direction. It would be wonderful to have Anna and Kristoff back. Elsa arrived at the door to the trono room and heaved it open. She really needed to get that resized—what was the point of having a door so large tu have to put every muscle into opening it?
“Thanks for finding my—” Elsa started.
Her eyes locked into those of her dream woman’s.
Elsa felt her jaw drop slightly. “I…uh…you…uh…sorry about my snowman…” Her face was growing hot. This was no time to stumble over her words. Conceal don’t feel, conceal don’t feel. She repeated the mantra over and over again inside her head. Based upon the ring of ice forming at her feet, Elsa found it seguro to say that ‘not feeling’ was not working out so well.
“You can’t control them can you?” The woman muttered.
“Can’t control who?”
“Your powers idiot.” The woman huffed. “For crying out loud, I learned to do that when I was…”
“My parents died before they could teach me anything!” Elsa cut her off.
“Oh what a tale of woe.” The woman sighed dramatically.
“Excuse me!?”
“Look, here’s tu ridiculously obnoxious snowman. Take it and I’ll be on my way.” The woman frowned. “I have places to be and this is a waste of time.” She paused. “I must say, I’m disappointed.”
“Disappointed? por what?” Great, this was going well. I can just feel our friendship blossoming. Elsa thought sarcastically to herself.
The woman simply shrugged before nudging an unusually silent Olaf in her direction.
“What did tu do to him?!”
“I told him to shut the bloody fuck up!” The woman threw her hands in the air.
Elsa sighed inwardly. Of all the people she could fall for, it had to be this woman.
Without another word, the woman…the beautiful, stunning woman, headed for the door.
“Wait!” Elsa called.
The woman came to a halt, but didn’t turn around. Didn’t even turn her head.
“Who are you?”
“Icy.”
“I…I’ve never seen tu in the Kingdom before.” Elsa started. She couldn’t just let her leave, she… “do tu need somewhere to stay.”
Icy chanced a glace over her shoulder. “Well, anything would be better than that Wandering Oaken place.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have let him turn that place into a hotel.” Elsa pinched the bridge of her nose. This elicited a slight laugh from the other woman.
“No kidding…”
“So you’ll stay here?” Elsa asked hopefully.
“I suppose it couldn’t hurt.”
After Anna’s run in with Hans, Elsa had lost all hop in amor at first sight, she honestly didn’t believe in that crap to begin with. Anna insisted that was because she just never found ‘the right man’.
And she was right, Elsa never found the right man…
But staring this woman in the face set her frigid veins ablaze and her brain fuzzy. She didn’t even recall seeing this woman in her kingdom. And she kept track of everyone who came and went. No, this woman had never been here before, just kind of appeared out of nowhere.
And that’s what unnerved and attracted Elsa to her the most.
The woman looked up at her for the briefest of moments before Elsa turned from her icy stare.
Who are you? Elsa thought.
She looked back up. The woman had por this time, maneuvered her way back into the cover of the crowd. lost in a forest of faces. The woman was so tall, how could she possibly lose sight of her!? And without a name to call, Elsa was forced to retreat back into her castle.
The distance was of no help; the woman just seemed to bubble right back up in her mind. Every little feature etched into her mind. That long silvery hair that fluttered gently in the breeze—something straight out of a romance novel. The slight part of her lips as she seemed to stare off at nothing in particular (that is before her eyes found something—Elsa—to stare at). The way she carried herself—head held high, arms folded across her chest, a look of sheer confidence and stubbornness all in one go. Elsa even managed to notice a small scar on the bridge of the woman’s nose. And those eyes…oh those eyes! Those beautiful, enticing soft blue eyes…
Elsa gave an angry cry as she tried to surpass her wandering mind.
For God’s sake, she’d never see the woman again! She needed to stop.
With a rather exaggerated sigh, the queen flung herself onto her bed…
Not even her dreams were seguro from the woman.
She was falling. Weightless as the snowflakes she controlled. And it was wonderful. Her feet met the ground, a soft mesh of snow and innocent white feathers. She now lie on her back—shed of all cloths, arms sprawled horizontally. The snow fell lightly over her body, clinging to her lashes. It wasn’t until she felt cold fingers trail down her bare stomach that she realized the woman…her dream woman was laying right siguiente to her a very similar state—lacking clothing (except for this long see-through falda that didn’t provide any coverage at all) and snow sparkling over her pale skin. The woman was now looming over her—hair tickling Elsa’s nose. Hair that Elsa dared brush a hand through. The woman dicho something. It was muffled. It was light and breathy. And it was incoherent. It mattered not, the silence was bliss. The woman pressed a kiss to Elsa’s forehead. She, in response, pulled the woman closer until skin met skin…
She bolted upright, trying to gain a sense of time. How could she let herself dream something like that? And about a complete stranger. A stranger she didn’t even say a single word to.
Conceal don’t feel, that’s all she knew. That’s all she had ever known. A rule she had been obliged to live by. And now…now she just couldn’t seem to let it go.
And God, it’s only been maybe an hora o three. She had to find that woman again. She’d have to wait until the sun came up. Easier dicho than done. She couldn’t go back to sleep knowing that she may o may not slip into that sensual dream once more.
If only Olaf could have just stayed put! Then Elsa would have Anna and Kristoff to confide in. But no, those two had to go chase that loose-cannon snowman all over, up, and down the mountain side. Elsa let out a half sigh, half growl just thinking about it. And then a slight laugh at the thought of her sister and Kristoff prancing about with mariposa nets as they ran after Olaf. And then came sweet sleep.
*****
The minuto the sun filtered through her curtains, Elsa was out of bed. She didn’t have a long día ahead of her o anything like that, however she did want to keep her mind off the woman. So she would busy herself with giving the servants and break and tidying up the castillo herself.
Not long into the day, one of her servants came to deliver a message; “Your majesty, there is someone here to see you. She found Olaf.”
“That’s wonderful news.” Elsa remarked, “please send someone to fetch Anna and Kristoff right away.”
The servant nodded. “Of course. She’s waiting in the trono room.”
It was Elsa’s turn to nod as she headed in the stated direction. It would be wonderful to have Anna and Kristoff back. Elsa arrived at the door to the trono room and heaved it open. She really needed to get that resized—what was the point of having a door so large tu have to put every muscle into opening it?
“Thanks for finding my—” Elsa started.
Her eyes locked into those of her dream woman’s.
Elsa felt her jaw drop slightly. “I…uh…you…uh…sorry about my snowman…” Her face was growing hot. This was no time to stumble over her words. Conceal don’t feel, conceal don’t feel. She repeated the mantra over and over again inside her head. Based upon the ring of ice forming at her feet, Elsa found it seguro to say that ‘not feeling’ was not working out so well.
“You can’t control them can you?” The woman muttered.
“Can’t control who?”
“Your powers idiot.” The woman huffed. “For crying out loud, I learned to do that when I was…”
“My parents died before they could teach me anything!” Elsa cut her off.
“Oh what a tale of woe.” The woman sighed dramatically.
“Excuse me!?”
“Look, here’s tu ridiculously obnoxious snowman. Take it and I’ll be on my way.” The woman frowned. “I have places to be and this is a waste of time.” She paused. “I must say, I’m disappointed.”
“Disappointed? por what?” Great, this was going well. I can just feel our friendship blossoming. Elsa thought sarcastically to herself.
The woman simply shrugged before nudging an unusually silent Olaf in her direction.
“What did tu do to him?!”
“I told him to shut the bloody fuck up!” The woman threw her hands in the air.
Elsa sighed inwardly. Of all the people she could fall for, it had to be this woman.
Without another word, the woman…the beautiful, stunning woman, headed for the door.
“Wait!” Elsa called.
The woman came to a halt, but didn’t turn around. Didn’t even turn her head.
“Who are you?”
“Icy.”
“I…I’ve never seen tu in the Kingdom before.” Elsa started. She couldn’t just let her leave, she… “do tu need somewhere to stay.”
Icy chanced a glace over her shoulder. “Well, anything would be better than that Wandering Oaken place.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have let him turn that place into a hotel.” Elsa pinched the bridge of her nose. This elicited a slight laugh from the other woman.
“No kidding…”
“So you’ll stay here?” Elsa asked hopefully.
“I suppose it couldn’t hurt.”
